Once Upon A Friday Night

Part I | Chapter 4 ~ A Normal Day

At the first day of sunshine blasted through my eyelids and forced me awake, I knew that today was going to be a very boring one. Now, I'm just speculating, but that's what usually happens. A normal, boring old day.

I sat up slowly with a yawn, rubbing my eyes tiredly as I slid from the comforter. Standing up with a stretch, and fiddling with the uncomfortable tightness that had gathered around my waistband from sleeping in jeans, it was an even bigger sign that today was going to suck. Big time.

I dared to steal a glance at my sleeping roommate, passed out cold and snoring against his mutilated bed. I sneered.

"What a slob." I huffed with the roll of my eyes.

I traveled into the bathroom with a new outfit to complete my morning activities, only leaving the bathroom to grab my bag. I wouldn't dare change in front of my heathen of a dorm mate.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder after packing it full of my days books, I grabbed the dorm key on my dresser and left through the door. I trotted down the hall to the elevators where I returned to the first level and left the building. Thankfully, my first class was close- so I didn't have to walk long.

I'll spare the details of how my classes went. Other than the occasional question asked by a confused student- 90% of the day was focused on note taking. As always.

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I ran a slender hand through my bleach blonde hair on my way back to my dorm- avoiding every case of bad news along the way. I realized I'd made a mistake right when I opened the door.

My dorm was filled to the very brim with smoke.

I thought that it was on fire, and just before I could freak out, I noticed the people inside, and narrowed my gaze. It wasn't fire smoke, it was marijuana smoke.

I pushed my way in through the crowded entrance where most of the people were hanging out. Somehow, a dorm small enough to fit 5 people somewhat comfortably, had managed to fill 30 people inside. I had so many questions.

Who are these people? Why are they in my room? We're they invited? Why is there so much smoke? Why is the music so loud? Why does it stink so bad? Are there smoke detectors anywhere in this building? What is going on!?

That's when it hit me. My roommate. I practically screamed out with irritation as I searched the crowd for the laid back, asshole. I spotted him on his bed, leaning against the frame with a creamy smirk on his face, a cigarette between his fingers. I stormed over, gathering up as much courage as I could to speak up.

"What is going on here!?" I yelled over the music.

The boy looked up at me as if I was a stranger, then chuckled.

"It's a party, dumbass. Enjoy it while it lasts, the last time we threw one it was shut down in ten minutes. It's been 15, and I'm impressed."

"Who do you think you are! You can't just throw a huge party in our dorm!" I balled my fists.

"Our dorm, right. You know, I already forgot that you lived with me. Funny right? Funny that I'd think you don't exist?" He laughed, blowing a cloud of smoke into my face.

My blood boiled through a muster cough at the foul stench.

I couldn't stop myself from the next thing I did. It just sort of happened. I knew he was high- and that's what made me even more angry. I wound my hand up, holding it out flat before...

SLAP

And his laughter fell silent. A series of 'ooo's ran through the room as the boy just stared at me, an unfamiliar gaze piercing through my own, as if he had never been stood up to before. The eyes on us never seemed to falter, and that's what made me break.